
bitter dark or sweet,
liquid or in solid form
more than just a luscious treat
it’s really food porn
one taste is pure bliss, endorphin steeped
~kat

bitter dark or sweet,
liquid or in solid form
more than just a luscious treat
it’s really food porn
one taste is pure bliss, endorphin steeped
~kat

…to retirement
it is a pipe dream
to believe retirement’s
for working class fools like me
only top percent
elites will live the lives we have dreamt
~kat
So…I was perusing an online newsfeed and came upon an article that was titled, “What It Costs to Retire Comfortably in Every State”. I knew I should have just scrolled on by. But nooooo. I had to have a look. According to the numbers I should expect to spend more than I am currently earning per year for every year I am retired. And of course have a retirement nest egg of over $1 Million in the bank. Needless to say, I am never going to be able to afford to retire comfortably. If I do manage to downsize and outlive my menagerie of pets, I should be able to survive at least. If republicans manage to take back control and eliminate Medicare and Medicaid in the next several years, retirement will be out of the question. How a country cares for its young and the elderly, the most vulnerable, minorities and the disabled, says a lot about who they are. This is who we are. And I know I’m not alone. The older I get the less afraid I am of death. But retirement? That scares the crap out of me!

..to sliced bread
it’s the greatest thing
since, well, ever since before
we wrapped it up for selling
stale-cold at the store
as if slicing it warm is a chore
~kat
Did you know? Here’s a bit of history from Wikipedia.
Otto Frederick Rohwedder of Davenport, Iowa, United States, invented the first single loaf bread-slicing machine. A prototype he built in 1912 was destroyed in a fire[1] and it was not until 1928 that Rohwedder had a fully working machine ready. The first commercial use of the machine was by the Chillicothe Baking Company of Chillicothe, Missouri, which sold their first slices on July 7, 1928. Their product, “Kleen Maid Sliced Bread”, proved to be a success. Battle Creek, Michigan, has a competing claim as the first city to sell bread sliced by Rohwedder’s machine; however, historians have produced no documentation backing up Battle Creek’s claim. The bread was advertised as “the greatest forward step in the baking industry since bread was wrapped.”
As commercially sliced bread resulted in uniform and somewhat thinner slices, people ate more slices of bread at a time, and ate bread more frequently, because of the ease of eating another piece of bread. This increased consumption of bread and, in turn, increased consumption of spreads, such as jam, to put on the bread.
During 1943, U.S. officials imposed a short-lived ban on sliced bread as a wartime conservation measure. After only two months amidst public outcry, notably from housewives, on March 8, 1943, the ban was rescinded. Officials claimed they did not reap the benefits they had hoped to by banning it.
The phrase “the greatest thing since sliced bread” is a common hyperbole used to praise an invention or development. A writer for The Kansas City Star wrote that “the phrase is the ultimate depiction of innovative achievement and American know-how.”
There’s more about sliced bread HERE.

…to a spork
it’s a portmanteau
with breakable, too short tines,
and plastic bowl, too shallow
spoon and fork combined
good for neither, needs a redesign
~kat
Can you tell I’m not a fan of these clumsy hybrid utensils. I’d rather eat with my fingers than fight with one of these things! I should note that there have been a number of redesigns since it first came on the scene in the late 19th century. They all look rather odd, and equally useless. Though some have been given longer tines (apparently I’m not the only one bothered by that design flaw!) which does, I suppose improve the fork function. But…what’s wrong with toting a spoon and a fork if that’s what you need? It’s not like they take up a lot of space. Just a thought. 😉🤣

…to the rain
dark clouds brimming, burst
a cascade of droplets flow
sating a world that thirsts
sweetened breezes blow
tender shoots break ground in afterglow
~kat